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[A red-haired woman in her early twenties can be seen in the orb. She sits straight-backed and looks quite dignified as she smiles. In the background, one of the very fine rooms of the castle can be seen. When she talks, her voice is very cultured and the refined English accent of an upper-class Londoner.]

Tell me, loves, where can I find a dressmaker? I want something with a little more style and I’m afraid the hideous rags provided simply won’t do. These frills and extra fluff in the skirt, no, no, I want a dressmaker with a sense of style and elegance.

[She sighs. Concerned about her situation? Oh, sure, it's mildly distressing opening a book and waking up in a different dimension, but you learn to roll with the punches.]

And if you do not know where I can find a decent dressmaker, any information about this world will do. Do keep it fun, that dreadful old man was such a bore, droning on about saving the world and defeating thorns. Do I look like a gardener? No, of course not. I don't suppose I can find a decent spa around here, hm? Even natural hot springs will do.

Sophronia, if you're out there, I'm staying at the castle.

brosif

Ghosts cling to the entryway and nothing ever remains unmarked. Unmade or undone, bone pressing on flesh. Fresh blueberries in autumn, with two moons hanging overhead in the afternoon sun. The scent of it stained her gums.

[Sif’s face is not in view. She speaks quietly, her words not intended for consumption. Her necklace has been tossed to the ground, and the only thing visible is her boots. They are caked in mud and underbrush. Her feet move about restlessly, motions as random and disconnected as her speech.]

We ever attempt substitution, until the original is opaque. Wax paper in a thunderstorm, dried out the next morning.

[ooc: Sif has Snow's visions! If you want her to read your character, give some details here.]

shorterinperson

I suppose I should remember to trust my instincts. Anyone who manages to infuriate me quite that much deserves the beating, regardless.

[ Purple eyes gleam with satisfaction. And that's all she has to say about that. Damn it feels good to kick ass. No wait, there's one more thing: ]

Don't trust these people. They're all gods-cursed fools.

thequestgiver

Characters: The Hero of the Mountain vs The Heroes of Schwanheim
Open? Yep
Where: Just outside the city
When: RD 10
What: The Heroes of Schwanheim confront the Hero of the Mountain. Also, explosions and time fuckery.

[OoC: Please note that very soon into the encounter, time will split the battle into small groups of 2 or 3 to allow for better/easier tagging and for all characters to have a chance at attacking! Please use this post (or any other form of communication) to set up your groups, and/or state in your subject line if you have a prechosen group, or if you are open to a random partner.

GROUP 1: Direct Challenge Alanna and...?
GROUP 2: Well Educated Ass Kicking Giles and Helios
GROUP 3: Asgardian Rage Thor and Sif
GROUP 4: Spies Ginia and...?
]

( I feel your presence in my mind / the time seems to stop I set you free )

sorcerous

Who: Loki and the warriors scheming to kill the Hero of the Mountain
What: scheming to kill the Hero of the Mountain
Where: Loki's rooms
When: Early morning Rebirth Decline 9
Notes/Warnings: Everyone reply to the post rather than making a comment thread. No posting order; just wing it.

Once a fair few of them are assembled, Loki addresses them.

It is not a dignified place; the rooms are small, wooden and dusty and neat in a way that's more empty than organized. There is a bed in the corner, a trunk of possessions that is firmly locked, and a fireplace (currently unlit), a scattering of chairs (some half-finished) he's had brought in from the carpenter next door. The windows are firmly closed, though it is a stuffy place.

Loki's skin is blue, and close to him, the air is cold -- a breeze like winter's chill. If he stands still long enough in one place, frost begins to spread around him.

"I am burdened with purpose," he tells them, "a message from the power that would keep balance in this realm. Chaos and order are at war; you have been called to help order, as chaos is tipping the balance with the advancing thorns." You have been called; he does not deign to count himself among them. Doesn't Anya's choice mean that he is a higher thing, now? "But now the thorns do not act quick enough for chaos's taste. She thinks to strike a final blow, with the Hero of the Mountains, a false creature who restores a facsimile of order by turning back time. Perhaps you have seen; the clock tower has gone still, as it did in the former Capital, which turned into a town of ghosts."

His teeth grit. "The magic of time is not meant to be used," he tells them. "It threatens to destroy all worlds, collapse the very idea of existence and cause. She must be stopped. And we must stop her. The townspeople are less than useless; they revere her on rumor because they crave a world of indolent adulation.

"More distressing still is that the King is missing. Have any of you even noticed? He has been gone more than a day, now. He is the center of order's power, and if he is captured or killed, we could be overrun at any moment. We have all been ignorant too long, and lazy longer still. Do you want to stay in this realm forever, without a chance of returning to your homes? Do you want to watch the innocents here run over and killed by thorns? Do you, yourself, want to perish in fire and agony?

"Then do not act. Stand by, and let the Hero take what she will.

"Otherwise, the time has come to kill what threatens to destroy us."

thequestgiver

Characters: The Hero of the Mountains and the Heroes of Schwanheim
Open? Yes!
Where: Just outside Schwanheim
When: RD8
What: The Hero of the Mountain approaches the capital

( I'm in the state of mind that makes me blind to the fact that I'm a man )

shorterinperson

[ Alanna, having returned from her magical adventure in the Old City, sits in the tavern. ]

I have been here nearly a month. In that short time the moon shattered into a million pieces, a curse put half the girls in the village to sleep, a horrible beast threatened the town, and the thorns have started moving faster. On top of that, there have been two celebrations, neither of which ended particularly well. We've accomplished much, but we haven't made even a dent in the thorns.

I miss my husband, my children, my home. If we ever want to be free of this place, we need to focus on the matter at hand.

We need a plan.

thequestgiver

Where: The Old Capital
When: RD6, all day
What: The Hero of the Mountains has come and gone from the Old Capital, just passing our heroes on the way. Time to explore the city in her aftermath?

( I'm here to stay forever, but not today )

matrimony

It's been some time since I've been away from Asgard and I recall the times I have left, it was of my own will. While I understand your land is in need of help, as some of the kind people here in town have told me, I have many things to attend to at home. Considering the events that have transpired recently, I believe my family needs me far more than the people of this land.

assiduous

[ the orb starts, cupped in its owner's hands as he sits on some random ass boulder or something. he's young, not even twenty it looks, with a lean, handsome face, and gold eyes, honey dark and serious. dark and messy hair, red scarf, charcoal jacket, against a backdrop of late afternoon sky over the city walls in the distance. a girl in blue sits with a polar bear sized... dog some distance away, quietly having A Moment of Feels. ]

I have some questions about... [ a little gesture at the surrounding... everything. he means like. the whole champion thing!!?? and stuff ] this place, the whole set up. People are listening to this, right?

[ LOOK he's just collecting data okay guys, ]

third_liberator

Ah- [ Tir stares at the orb with wide eyes, gripping his horse's reins. It takes only a second for him to regain composure though he mutters something about how "it really does get big" before that. ]

Hey... I saw the bulletin and everything, but...what's going on here? This entire turn of events is pretty weird...

[ A second later, he shifts his orb down to his hip to show a sword with an ornate, gold hilt in a polished black sheath. ] And if anyone can give me a refresher on using this, come see me. I don't want to go out with just this and a horse.

[ ooc: Also open for action in Schwanheim! Just indicate that things are happening in person! ]

ofthebeast

Characters: ALL THE PEOPLE
Open? Yes.
Where: The Palace
When: The night of the 3RD
What: A masquerade ball and a very deep sleep.
Warnings: Part of a comm-wide plot!
( All told, a good night for a party. )

ladysarmour

Gentle Mother, strength of women

[ It's chilly, dark under the cover of trees, and two nights of sleeping on the damp forest floor have frozen Sansa to the bone. Her nightdress had been pristine white when she'd gone to sleep in it, but now it's gone grey with water and brown with mud. She's shaking with cold, shaking with fear, shaking with exhaustion, but she refuses to stop moving. She'll find the way out. She will. ]

help our daughters through this fray

[ In her nervousness she's taken to clutching at her necklace, and she doesn't realize the orb has been activated and is transmitting her image. If she knew she certainly wouldn't be singing quietly to herself, voice strong but wavering at the edges. ]

soothe the wrath and tame the fury,

[ The song makes her feel stronger inside, and she misses the Hound. If he were here he'd find her; he'd save her.

But no, Sansa, no - you can't rely on anyone to help you. You must find your way out yourself. ]

teach us all a kinder way...

consultmybooks

There is an actual candy house.

[The Orb shows Giles, in the bright, sunlight, idyllic version of the Two Faced Forest quite unlike what several of you had to put up with last night. He's settled himself into a sitting position at the base of a tree.

He does not look at all pleased. In fact, he has his head in his hands, and looks quite tired, for a ghost]

There is an actual sodding candy house in this sodding forest. I, I didn't believe it when I heard it. Had to come and see for myself.

[You know it's bad when the normally quite soft spoken former Watcher is reduced to swearing.]

I confess, I waited around a bit just to check that no idiot children were about to come along and, and start snacking. Hung around long enough to see that there was actually a witch living there. At least, um, I assume she's a witch. Didn't stop to chat. [Yet. Give him time. Curiosity will almost certainly get the better of him.] Is that a story anywhere else? The, um, the candy house, and the idiot children who come along to eat it and they get out because the, the witch won't just tidy up the place a bit? Because it is back home.

But, um, that's...not important. Sorry. I know that I'm still frightfully new to this place, and a lot of this, um, really shouldn't be surprising. I'll adjust. I'm good at that, if nothing else.

And, and I know a lot of you are probably sick of hearing this, by now, but...about last night. I was wondering what the rest of you, um, might have seen, a-and what you think about it. Including the business with the thorns not showing up. Do they really block off this forest at night normally? I, I suppose that at least has the benefit of keeping us from, um, spending the nights beating off monsters. I suppose what I'm asking is, um, is if this place normally goes this mad at night, or were we just unfortunate?

Olindra and I came across a hideously large bird, for what it's worth. I'm inclined to call it a roc, but, um, I didn't exactly get a good look.

Current Mood: aggravated

thequestgiver

Where: The Two Faced Forest
When: Starting Dusk on the 20th of Rebirth's Height and ending in the morning
What: The Forest reacts to the New Moon
( And in the deepest darkness, the rumble of a beast, awoken from it's slumber echoes through the air.... )

bestow_magic

If Ive learned anything in these past few weeks it is that this world possesses a fair amount of magic in itself.

[As evidenced by the way they had all been summoned here, the thorns,and including more recent events such as the influences of the moon]

As I have been unable to return to my own world.. Ive decided to redirect my efforts into saving this one. If that is the only way to return to Cephiro then I shall do everything in my power to aide in these efforts.

[Clef had been a little stubborn at first but now he had resigned himself to this task. Suffice it to say, if he did happen upon a way to leave he would still seize the opportunity.]

Has there been any progress in learning more about this world or it's perils since we last spoke?

bedroomduties

[Good afternoon, in this wonderful day, and by wonderful I mean uh, muddy and warm according to the info, we have this guy, dressed in his white and gold uniform, looking surprisingly chill for someone who seems to be a recent addition to the "champion" roster.

He flashes a polite smile at the orb once it is working.]

Good afternoon, I’m a newcomer. My name is Stephane Benjamin, from house Lancaster, but just "Stephane" is more than fine. I suppose you must see quite a few of these transmissions, considering how good these guys seem to be at picking heroes, so let’s spice it up a little with some conversation.

Is there any kind of organization among us uh... "heroes"? Or do you just roam around and do whatever you feel like? I wasn’t told anything about champion politics, and I wouldn’t like to step on any toes.
Also, if anyone at least knows exactly what’s the thing we are supposed to be fighting, that would be nice to know too. Other than whatever they told me about those thorns I’m pretty much walking in the dark here, and I’m in a bit of a hurry to go back.

Any information would be really useful. I can’t offer much in exchange, but maybe we can chat and find if I can be of any help. I’d be glad to lend a hand, even in exchange for some casual conversation. Maybe weather talk? It's pretty crappy today.

[He grins a little this time, pretty satisfied with how his first timer speech came out.

For the rest of the day Stephane will be roaming and peeking into every single place that is not off-limits, and then later in some quiet place he'll be swinging his brand new sword to get used to it, and obsessively checking his old gun-now-crossbow to make sure it works okay, so I guess anyone who wants to can feel free to bump into him.]

sarcasticbite

[A young girl of around the age of sixteen appears and she seems pretty irritated.]

First, I wake up in an unknown place with an old man smiling down creepily at me beside my bed and in clothes that I swear I’ve never owned before.

[She mimics the old man, deepening her voice]

“Welcome Nikki, you must have questions.”

No, of course not. I just love being kidnapped, changed of my clothes without my consent, and being told that I have the responsibility to fulfill some sort of role as a Mage. [Sarcasm is just pouring from every word.]

For some reason, of all the questions he’s willing to answer, he won’t tell me how to control the fire coming out of nowhere.

[She moves the orb to the side and what’s seen is the bed behind her on fire]

Someone might want to come and douse it out.

brosif

[Sif comes up, looking as composed as a person not used to making apologies can be.]

To those of you whom I may have acted towards in an ill manner: I wanted to take a moment to apologize for my actions. They did not reflect how a representative of Asgard ought to present themselves in a foreign land.

[They reflected perfectly how representatives of Asgard actually conduct themselves in foreign lands, but that is not the point :|]

In spite of the King's generous offer of amnesty, if you've want of restitution or your honor needs satisfied, I encourage you to seek me out.

shorterinperson

WHO: Alanna and anyone who wants to learn to fight
WHAT: Training
WHERE: The Training Field
WHEN: ALL THE TIME :|
WARNING(S): None

( 'Cause there's no turning away. )